The wishing well

I have been talking to Zyle, singing to Zyle. We have read aloud nearly every email, blog comment, facebook post wishing him well. I like to believe some of this is getting through to his drowsy state, but then again I don't mind if he doesn't comprehend the recitation of my own hospitalizations that naturally surfaced. One thing I am sure of: I cannot imagine how my 23-year-old mother did this with me hospitalized at age 1 for six weeks. I have so many resources, so much support. Forty years ago there wasn't email--just phones, with CORDS. And long distance charges!

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